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Rhapsody In White

Brownie, Brownie, Let Down Your Milk
 By Christina Georgina Rossetti ( 1830-1894)

Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk,
White as swansdown and smooth as silk,
Fresh as dew and pure as snow:
For I know where the cowslips blow,
And you shall have a cowslip wreath
No sweeter scented than your breath.


Winter Milk
 By Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

The milk drops on your chin, Helga,
Must not interfere with the cranberry red of your
Nor the sky winter blue of your eyes.
Let your mammy keep hands off the chin.
This is a high holy spatter of white on the reds and

Before the bottle was taken away,
Before you so proudly began today
Drinking your milk from the rim of a cup
They did not splash this high holy white on your chin.

There are dreams in your eyes, Helga.
Tall reaches of wind sweep the clear blue.
The winter is young yet, so young.
Only a little cupful of winter has touched your lips.
Drink on… milk with your lips… dreams with
your eyes

Milk is Life in liquid form. In the 5-10 investment thread I suggested a way for you to have welcome access to a nearby farmer with cows. The one with the shine … with the healthiest calf. ( The brown ones have the sweetest cream … butterfat ).

Start your day rising before dawns light breaks. Bring your bottle of iodine splash and a towel to wipe the teat. A thermos of hot strong coffee and a tall cup. Top your tasa with frothy squirts and lightly sprinkle the nutmeg and cinnamon from your pocket to envelop the hint of iodine teasing the aroma of real in your medicinal cappuccino. Go ahead … tell me the week’s supply of sustenance balanced at your side as you head home isn’t worth it’s weight in lightness beyond measure.